Steve and Judy's Travels!

Our WiFi connection in Moab was a little screwy. We could receive email on
our personal address, but only send sporadically, so I had to send the last
couple trip reports out from the business address, not that it mattered to
many. Now we’ve moved on. We’re in Durango. This WiFi seems to be working
flawlessly. Even email. We’re back to normal. I have some cool Moab pictures to send.

Good WiFi connection here. Got in a good day’s work Friday. Clean up and
catch-up. For all the times, and all the years we’ve driven through Moab, this is the
first time we’ve stopped and spent the night here. Time to look around a
little. We hear about the slickrock mountain bike trail outside Moab. It’s the
place to go. We brought our bikes. We went looking for it. We found it on
the hills east of town. We found more than we expected. The slickrock
trail is for expert riders. We decided to walk out on the trail first to
check it out. That was one of the smarter things we’ve done lately. We
didn’t have to go very far at all before we figured out that trail was way
over our heads. We are not equipped to ride that trail yet. There is a
practice loop to ride first to see if you’re ready, before you disappear
into the backcountry. We weren’t ready for that. We watched other people
ride off over the rocks. It looks like such a great trail, winding its way
across the red sandstone. We’d better go study somewhere else first.

Speaking of weather. Here we are, stranded in the sun in the desert, while
the front range of Colorado is being hammered by a blizzard. Strong wind
and heavy snow. The blizzard of ’05, and we’re missing it. We tune into
front-range television to check on it. It looks ugly for anyone who has to
go outside. Blizzards are fun to watch from indoors. It’s an upslope storm, so it’s mostly an eastern slope of the Rockies thing.
The wind comes around from the east and pushes everything up against the
mountains. It’s an eastern slope thing, but there are chain laws in effect
as far west as Vail Pass. Granddaughter Taylor is scheduled to leave on a
weeklong camp tomorrow morning. That’s not going to happen. The storm is
supposed to blow all day today and all night tonight. The camp for Taylor
is going to have to wait. It is in Moab, where we are right now. She can’t
get here.

Wow! What a Saturday. Our friend Will, in the office upstairs, is always going on about the white rim road in the Canyonlands outside Moab. It’s not a bicycle trail; it’s a jeep trail. I guess you can ride a bicycle on it if you want, but we took the Jeep. Wow!The canyon is two thousand feet down to the Colorado River, red rock sheer walls. About half way down is a bench. From the top you can see the shelf with some corroded copper green growth on it, and some white rock. In the midst of all this red rock canyon is a layer of white sandstone. All along the canyon walls you can see this line of white, a thousand feet above the river. On this line of white, is the white rim road. It winds its way for a hundred miles. A hundred miles? We could drive that in a day even if we drove slowly. A day-trip. We checked with the rangers. Allow a minimum of three days.We drove out to the canyon’s edge and started down. The people that built this road found a way to make switchbacks that would drop that road a thousand feet in about a mile. Low range, low gear. Saved the brakes. We got down to the bench. Now all we had to do was drive along this level winding road as far as we wanted. We drove for two hours. We covered eight miles. We declared victory. We’ve conquered the white rim road. We headed home for the day.
Before we headed home, however, something really strange happened. Something I still don’t understand. We stopped at the sign for Musselman Arch. We couldn’t see the arch, but we saw where to park. We were all alone. We followed the trail to the arch. We were walking across flat rock. We still couldn’t see the arch. We walked right up on it. The arch wasn’t in front of us, it was underneath us. We walked right out to the edge of the shelf. There, separated from the rock we were standing on, was the top of Musselman Arch. The arch was connected to the flat rock we were standing on at either end, but for about a hundred feet, it is a pure slender separated arch.We stood and admired the arch. Judy wondered aloud how that slender strand of rock could hang in the air like that. There were cracks in it. It looked like it would fall down. We walked around to one end, where it connected. Here is the part I don’t understand. My acrophobic wife grabbed my hand and asked if we walked out across the arch would I hang on and not stop before we got to the other side? What? Here I am, being careful not to stand too close to the edge so she won’t get too scared, and she wants to walk across the top of the arch? She is already holding tight to my hand and her hand is already soaking wet because that’s what happens when she sees anyone doing anything up high, and she wants to walk out across the arch?I don’t get it.But we did it. We headed out. We walked right across it. It was a thousand feet down the slope to the bottom of the canyon. We didn’t look. We watched where our feet went. Judy’s legs started to go just past the midway point. She kept going though, on wobbly legs. We got to the other side safely. My wife, the adrenaline junkie, was ecstatic. She can’t watch a window washer on a high-rise without getting sick to her stomach, and she walks across a stone arch a thousand feet above the canyon floor?I still don’t get it.

Steamboat went well. It was a new client, our first in the Northern part of
the state. Talked to a couple other potential clients while we were there. The weather cooperated. Again. Storms move through Colorado, mostly from
west to east, and you never know for sure where they’ll hit. The weathermen
make some pretty good guesses. They’re so much better than they used to be.
The tools they get to use are a whole lot better. Storms don’t pop up over
the horizon and surprise them anymore. Anyway, there has been a lot of
weather in the mountains, and we’ve been in the mountains almost the whole
time since January. We expect to get grounded by weather a few times in our
travels. We’re ready to just wait it out and drive another day. So here we
are, mentally prepared for weather days. We’ve had some showers and
flurries, but nothing serious. We keep moving on to good weather while the
place we were at the week before gets pounded. Steamboat Springs got two
feet of snow the week before we got here. We had sun and flurries while we
were there. The job is done. Time to head for Durango, our next job, so we drove three
hundred miles from Steamboat to Moab. Moab isn’t perfectly on a line
between Steamboat and Durango, but if you drive to Moab from Steamboat
Springs, you’re within a half-day drive of Durango. We drove to Moab
because the weather forecast predicted eighty degrees. That sounded good. We got our eighty degrees. We got up in Steamboat Thursday morning at
twenty-five degrees and drove to eighty degrees in Moab.